A year since Windy’s last comic took place.

She and her father fled South Zebrica for the Equestrian Federation. They were given temporary refuge and eventually settled in the great southern metropolis of Atlantail, Peachtree. Here, Windy and her father tried to start a new life. As her papa took up a job as a baggage handler for Darter Airlines, she restarted her junior year of high school in Equestria. She tried to be the friendly young mare she always was, but some just took her as annoying and desperate for friendship. After having to flee her homeland, she absolutely was trying to find some friends to confide in. But on top of being the weird mare from Zebrica, she was also a pony from Zebrica. Something she was very open about. She loved her country and had many fond memories of her childhood in the Goldfields. On the darker side, however, South Zebrica had a tumultuous history of colonial oppression and modern racial strife amongst the native zebras. Unfortunately, being the descendant of the ponies who had colonized the land hundreds of years ago was reason enough for a few to villainize her without a second thought.

One such pony had always been passive aggressive towards her, but Windy is a little bit of a clueless mare. One day she noticed Meadow Lark throw her project off to the side, obviously annoyed at it. Windy offered to help, but Meadow decided to take a few more pot shots at her. But when the subject turned towards their mothers, and how Windy didn’t have one, she had to relive the time when she did. And how the last time she saw her mother was when her body bag was closed on the side of the road that winded through the countryside of the Freestate. Before she had time to notice, she was holding a beaten Meadowlark by her scarf out the window of their upstairs classroom. After asking for and receiving an apology, she let Meadow back onto her hooves without another word.

By the time Windy’s father arrived at her school, the police were already there, waiting outside the door to the bathroom she had locked herself in. He could hear her pained crying as soon as he saw the door. He couldn’t hold back his tears as the police officer had explained what happened to him. That his baby girl had snapped from the memory of her mother’s murder. His wife’s. He put his head against the door, trying to muster the words. He spoke through the door, telling her in Zebrikaans “Honey. Daddy is here.” As the crying continued, he pleaded with his daughter to open the door, only to be met with Windy screaming out for her mother.